Rio looks sympathetic and regretful. "I'm sorry. But I want to legitimately help you. Just tell me something I can do for you, and I'll do it. Nothing asked in return."
"I didn't kill that poor ferret, though, somebody did. Here, try it." he tosses them a note, open to the page containing the details of Felix's death. "Those details don't match how he died. Try it. Write my name in it. Look into my eyes while you do." he cackles, staring at them.
"19 in human terms. shes the light of my life, other than my husband..."
"I need somebody to help me get clean..." he says, sniffling.
"...huh??" Mauric looks at it, then writes 'Omi' on the page, staring into your eyes.
"In human terms?"
"Of course. Don't worry. I'll help however you need."
He can see that the details for Felix's death don't match up. "So, after fourty seconds, I should die, right? According to the inside cover of the note?"
"Herangon age different... I'm only about 20 years old, but a human at my age would be 40-ish. We mature quickly, and then age slower."
"Thank you..." he says, clinging to Riotan. "My name is Mac..."
"Uhhhh..." He flips to the dust jacket.
"Oh. So how old is she in regular terms?"
Rio hugs him back. "I'm Riotan. Glad to meet you. So where do we need to go?"
On the inside of the cover, it reads 'The person whose name is written in this note shall die... If no cause of death is written in 40 seconds, the victim will die of a heart attack.' Omi reads it aloud from memory as Mauric reads along.
"It's only been a few months since she was born." She sighs "She grew up fast."
"I don't know... I just need somebody to keep me in check..."
"Just 'cause something's written down doesn't mean it's true. Do you expect me to believe that you weren't involved? And either way, if you hadn't done this to begin with, he wouldn't have thrown that stupid feast and he wouldn't have died!!"
"Huh. I'm 19, so that's pretty interesting biologically... I don't know much about that stuff though."
"Okay. So what are you going to go do now?" Rio smiles reassuringly.
"He died the day after. I wasn't actually gonna kill him. That boyfriend of his though..." he cackles. "Cyvus Thornweaver... A sad old centenarian. I killed him." he licks his black teeth, cackling.
"So, what are you doing all the way out here? pretty far from anything."
"I guess, get some food?..." he says, unsure.
"Wh-what? What are you on about, you weirdo?"
"Practicing my psionics without bothering anyone."
"Okay. We can go do that, no problem. You also mentioned needing to clean yourself?"
"Doesn't matter... It's been 40 seconds, no? I'm alive. I didn't kill Felix, Scout's Honor."
"Now that's interesting." she says, nodding. "Sounds fun."
he flushes, rubbing the back of his head. "Like, sober... y'know? No drugs, o-or alchohol?..."
"How dumb do you think I am?" Mauric hisses, taking the glaive off his back. "You expect me to believe that this even does anything? It's just a notebook! And you certainly still set up his death, just mundanely!"
"Yeah." She nods, blushing slightly.
"Oh. Okay. Well that's a long-term goal and I'm sure you'll be able to reach it. But anyway, what did you want to get?"
"I can tell you the truth over and over, but I didnt kill him. You want me to prove to you I have a working one?" he asks, licking his teeth, opening a different notebook.
"Anyway, I should... Get back to the tavern. It was nice to meet you."
"Is there food here?"
"What, you think you'll just write my name in your little anime sketchbook and my bones will explode?"
"N-nice to meet you too!" She grins.
"Yep. This is an inn, after all."
"Death Note was based on real events, sir." he growls, eyes narrowing. "Ill kill somebody living in Aspen... In any manner you want me to~" He cackles, licking his teeth.
"Come by later and meet my daughter, and my husband. 'kay?"
"Can you order me something?" He asks, handing them a gold.
"How 'bout you? Does it work on you?"
"Oh, s-sure..." She smiles shyly.
"Of course. And you don't have to pay me." Rio heads to the bar and returns with a BLT for Mac.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The only one who gets off on violence here is you."
*got any other characters you want to use since the Saphuno one's finished?*
"No problem." Rio smiles kindly.
Those words seem to break him, and he sighs. His eyes, what used to be red with black symbols set in them, clear up, to normal, piercing blue ones. "I don't know why anymore... I didn't used to be like this. It's that goddamn book!" he yells out, throwing it away and tearing up. But, it returns shortly after, sat at his feet.
*sure.* Toothless is working in the tavern, though, it's hard for him as he's learning to speak Common.
"Bloody 'ell... that was good..." he says, leaning back after eating. He hasn't finished the sandwhich, though. "Thank you, so much..."
Mauric just stands there, blank, his anger neutralized but not gone.
Thirteen is at the bar, writing.
“No problem. Anything else I can do for you?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.
She takes it, turning it over in her hands. “I believe you’ve got the wrong cat. My mother is named Nuria, and she has no sons or titles.”
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*awesome. I wonder if she and Sylvan would be friends?*
*I forgor who sylvan is*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.
She takes it, turning it over in her hands. “I believe you’ve got the wrong cat. My mother is named Nuria, and she has no sons or titles.”
Before the pangolin can respond, the sending stone beeps and a voice yells through it, feminine with an aged tone. “HELLO? POONDA? DOES THAT PERSON WORK HERE? TELL THEM SYLVAN SHOULD HAVE A ROOM SET UP FOR US! HELLO? Goodness, I despise this arcanum. Half the time only mine works, the other half they don’t work at all.”
As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.
From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.
She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.
*also happy new years*
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
*sure* a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.
She takes it, turning it over in her hands. “I believe you’ve got the wrong cat. My mother is named Nuria, and she has no sons or titles.”
Before the pangolin can respond, the sending stone beeps and a voice yells through it, feminine with an aged tone. “HELLO? POONDA? DOES THAT PERSON WORK HERE? TELL THEM SYLVAN SHOULD HAVE A ROOM SET UP FOR US! HELLO? Goodness, I despise this arcanum. Half the time only mine works, the other half they don’t work at all.”
“Sorry ,I’ll hand the stone over to you” she addresses the pangolin, holding the stone out to them
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*awesome. I wonder if she and Sylvan would be friends?*
*I forgor who sylvan is*
*the werewolf tabaxi follower of Frella, goddess of the moon, hunt, and night sky. Caretaker of the Divine Pups.*
*never met him, and neither has sha’dia probably. She’s just arrived.*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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"How 'bout you? Does it work on you?"
"Oh, s-sure..." She smiles shyly.
"Of course. And you don't have to pay me." Rio heads to the bar and returns with a BLT for Mac.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*cut*
"The only one who gets off on violence here is you."
*got any other characters you want to use since the Saphuno one's finished?*
"No problem." Rio smiles kindly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric just stands there, blank, his anger neutralized but not gone.
Thirteen is at the bar, writing.
“No problem. Anything else I can do for you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*sure*
a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*this is sha’dia she’s also new*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*awesome. I wonder if she and Sylvan would be friends?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.

Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She takes it, turning it over in her hands. “I believe you’ve got the wrong cat. My mother is named Nuria, and she has no sons or titles.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I forgor who sylvan is*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Before the pangolin can respond, the sending stone beeps and a voice yells through it, feminine with an aged tone. “HELLO? POONDA? DOES THAT PERSON WORK HERE? TELL THEM SYLVAN SHOULD HAVE A ROOM SET UP FOR US! HELLO? Goodness, I despise this arcanum. Half the time only mine works, the other half they don’t work at all.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*the werewolf tabaxi follower of Frella, goddess of the moon, hunt, and night sky. Caretaker of the Divine Pups.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Sorry ,I’ll hand the stone over to you” she addresses the pangolin, holding the stone out to them
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*never met him, and neither has sha’dia probably. She’s just arrived.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)